Next Time

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Gas tank and bladders nearly full
we stop in darkness at a roadside rest
It’s Christmas time miles from home

A man sits alone on bench of stone
jacket wrapped tight against the cold
His sign reads gas money please

Head is bowed, story silent in the night
We walk on by to the restroom
and back to warmth of waiting car

I stop for a moment. “It’s only three dollars
but perhaps it will help,” I say
gazing into his sad eyes

His soft voice soft replies, “Thanks Ma’am
It’s better than what I have

I want to hear his story, fill his tank hope-full
But I must go and so, to myself I sigh

Perhaps Sir, babe in a manger
next time I’ll take more time
next time

Jean E. Taddonio

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About geniecan

Born and raised in " America's finest City" received BS degree in nursing years ago... main career besides wife and motherhood ( and now a grandma)was as a hospice RN for 18 years...Take great joy in finding the good in all things and believing that " No Thing is Ordinary" the title of my blog. I am working on a children's picture book story named R-Qu.. a rock falls of his mountain. Writing poetry is one of my happiest things to do. Yoga, water aerobics,, gym exercise and walking our wheaton terrior, Finley, with my husband Jim are favorite things...oh yes...singing in the choir at Church and recognizing God as #1... are most important... I also have a home based business with magnetic and far intra red health care products..peace to all who read this, Love, Jeane
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